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"I lobbed off my left hand with my cleaver and sent it forth - w.r.i.g.g.l.i.n.g.
It slowly mounted the spiral staircase then paused on the dark landing, tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Suddenly, it espied a gap in a slightly ajar door, and with the nimbleness of a church mouse it scurried -t-h-r-o-u-g-h-
Within the dimly-lit chamber was SHE: the voluptuous one, the Sleeping Beauty, the fairest full-busomed damsel in all of the Kingdom.
My severed hand attempted to spring onto the bed where she lay, but it failed.
It tried again, and again, and again - each time with the same miserable result.
Suddenly, it scuttled onto a nearby harp, FiNgER-BoBBiNg across the strings playing a surprisingly melodious redition of "Greensleeves", before leaping like a dying octopus onto the soft goose-feather quilt.
It then paused - tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Slowly, and with great stealth, it began to pull back the scented sheets - inch-by-inch - revealing her delicate curvaceous flesh.
With an admirable lightness of touch, it crept onto the warm terrain of her heavenly body.
Beginning at her feet, it tip-toed on 2-fingers along her slender left carf, over her silken thighs, past the forbidden forest, up the navel, betwixt her ample cleavage, through her long golden tresses until it arrived exhausted at her pretty head, where it stuck its thumb in her mouth and fell into a deep slumber.
That night my severed hand did have a most stupedous reverie. It dreamt it was its birthday, and that a fair maiden did give it a Goblin as a gift."
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By Pervis the One-handed Monk
circa 1369, Naples
It slowly mounted the spiral staircase then paused on the dark landing, tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Suddenly, it espied a gap in a slightly ajar door, and with the nimbleness of a church mouse it scurried -t-h-r-o-u-g-h-
Within the dimly-lit chamber was SHE: the voluptuous one, the Sleeping Beauty, the fairest full-busomed damsel in all of the Kingdom.
My severed hand attempted to spring onto the bed where she lay, but it failed.
It tried again, and again, and again - each time with the same miserable result.
Suddenly, it scuttled onto a nearby harp, FiNgER-BoBBiNg across the strings playing a surprisingly melodious redition of "Greensleeves", before leaping like a dying octopus onto the soft goose-feather quilt.
It then paused - tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Slowly, and with great stealth, it began to pull back the scented sheets - inch-by-inch - revealing her delicate curvaceous flesh.
With an admirable lightness of touch, it crept onto the warm terrain of her heavenly body.
Beginning at her feet, it tip-toed on 2-fingers along her slender left carf, over her silken thighs, past the forbidden forest, up the navel, betwixt her ample cleavage, through her long golden tresses until it arrived exhausted at her pretty head, where it stuck its thumb in her mouth and fell into a deep slumber.
That night my severed hand did have a most stupedous reverie. It dreamt it was its birthday, and that a fair maiden did give it a Goblin as a gift."
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By Pervis the One-handed Monk
circa 1369, Naples
Oh I get it, "goblin". Disgusting!
I think a 100-hand slap is in order.
I think a 100-hand slap is in order.
"I lobbed off my left hand with my cleaver and sent it forth - w.r.i.g.g.l.i.n.g.
It slowly mounted the spiral staircase then paused on the dark landing, tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Suddenly, it espied a gap in a slightly ajar door, and with the nimbleness of a church mouse it scurried -t-h-r-o-u-g-h-
Within the dimly-lit chamber was SHE: the voluptuous one, the Sleeping Beauty, the fairest full-busomed damsel in all of the Kingdom.
My severed hand attempted to spring onto the bed where she lay, but it failed.
It tried again, and again, and again - each time with the same miserable result.
Suddenly, it scuttled onto a nearby harp, FiNgER-BoBBiNg across the strings playing a surprisingly melodious redition of "Greensleeves", before leaping like a dying octopus onto the soft goose-feather quilt.
It then paused - tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Slowly, and with great stealth, it began to pull back the scented sheets - inch-by-inch - revealing her delicate curvaceous flesh.
With an admirable lightness of touch, it crept onto the warm terrain of her heavenly body.
Beginning at her feet, it tip-toed on 2-fingers along her slender left carf, over her silken thighs, past the forbidden forest, up the navel, betwixt her ample cleavage, through her long golden tresses until it arrived exhausted at her pretty head, where it stuck its thumb in her mouth and fell into a deep slumber.
That night my severed hand did have a most stupedous reverie. It dreamt it was its birthday, and that a fair maiden did give it a Goblin as a gift."
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By Pervis the One-handed Monk
circa 1369, Naples
It slowly mounted the spiral staircase then paused on the dark landing, tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Suddenly, it espied a gap in a slightly ajar door, and with the nimbleness of a church mouse it scurried -t-h-r-o-u-g-h-
Within the dimly-lit chamber was SHE: the voluptuous one, the Sleeping Beauty, the fairest full-busomed damsel in all of the Kingdom.
My severed hand attempted to spring onto the bed where she lay, but it failed.
It tried again, and again, and again - each time with the same miserable result.
Suddenly, it scuttled onto a nearby harp, FiNgER-BoBBiNg across the strings playing a surprisingly melodious redition of "Greensleeves", before leaping like a dying octopus onto the soft goose-feather quilt.
It then paused - tapping its middle-finger in a most menacing fashion.
Slowly, and with great stealth, it began to pull back the scented sheets - inch-by-inch - revealing her delicate curvaceous flesh.
With an admirable lightness of touch, it crept onto the warm terrain of her heavenly body.
Beginning at her feet, it tip-toed on 2-fingers along her slender left carf, over her silken thighs, past the forbidden forest, up the navel, betwixt her ample cleavage, through her long golden tresses until it arrived exhausted at her pretty head, where it stuck its thumb in her mouth and fell into a deep slumber.
That night my severed hand did have a most stupedous reverie. It dreamt it was its birthday, and that a fair maiden did give it a Goblin as a gift."
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By Pervis the One-handed Monk
circa 1369, Naples